True lovers everywhere,
Romance charms in the air,
Smiles from them anywhere,
Hearts beat true, debonair,
Our love, such froth and bubble,
Can ease off any trouble,
Lovers' hearts in diverse shades,
Ever flower in romance glades.
Staunch is our Lord, friend anywhere,
True friend, like jewel, precious and rare,
Everlasting blessings guides,
Accept true love at our sides,
Devoted to leading to divine,
Founded great faith, yours and mine,
Acknowledge each human race,
Steady path, His immortal face,
Trust God's bridge to mortal grace.
I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman
Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!
Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver
Try not be over-critical
of the albatross
He’s become a hanger-on,
too far gone
and addicted to flattery
If I drag you down
or appear inhumane,
it’s all secondary
I’m merely feeling depressed
by a pouch in my brain
A séance sensed
it was next of kin,
X-rays revealed tiny pleats,
masses of tissue within folds of skin
An exorcist said it’s
my vestigial twin
Google diagnosed
(Visual agnosia)
taking shape from within
Oh! And the indifferent
chatbot I confided in,
has begun self-harming!
Somber slate clouds blanket the longing skies,
whilst wisps of snow paint the frozen ground below.
Ombre leaves barrenly speckle slumbering trees,
glistening sheets of ice coat their fading existence.
Another bitter winter blows in,
like thistle tangling around forsaken irises.
Threads of changing seasons cling to my coat.
Taking a deep breath, I exhale, watching it hang in the evening air.
“Anywhere but here” rings in my head.
Empty coldness soaks into my soul,
as an icy blue-white depression takes hold.
Loneliness rests upon abandoned courtyards;
decaying rose petals become fossils
between layers of winter’s aquamarine verglas,
bathed by the snowglow of another illuminated midnight.
Death’s cold fingers trace my spine,
submerging me further into the gelid grip of despair,
massacring any hope of escape from this torment.
Yes I want things to change
Anywhere but here
Stop consuming cheap dirty energy
Anywhere but here
Stop the waste of single use and dump
Anywhere but here
I welcome refugees
Anywhere but here
I welcome high-rise density living
Anywhere but here
I welcome frugality to give to the poor
Anywhere but here
I love communal living and crowds
Anywhere but here
Do it over there
In another place
In another space
At another time
Right away from here!
Serpents slither here. Scorpions hide beneath our bed spreads.
Spiders, bugs, sticks, ants, and centipedes occupy our beds.
We have coasts. But what use of these? They burn with sultry heat.
Pirates sail to our harbours with their armour-filled fleet.
Predators of all kinds have filled our once lovely islands.
Where, once, flora and fauna flourished, wattles and burrs shake hands.
Our architectural castles seem to crack and collapse.
Dilapidated sanctums of temples reveal time's lapse.
Archaeologists try to explore our mausoleums.
They find noxious inland Taipans in murky museums.
Dogs bite their masters; cats, like tigers, cull their lords with claws.
Cows, bulls, and goats butt, stamp, and pin their herders for no cause.
Arrogance and aggression emblazoned by humankind
Their hearts and minds by evil thoughts, words, and deeds are maligned.
This place too is made by God, I know, like other places.
But, to cut the heads of others, here, each one runs races.
Dear God anywhere but here I pray,
both day and night with a sigh.
I just want to run far away,
away where I can be myself.
I want my life to be real,
not a life someone else has picked for me.
A beautiful life that I can live in,
a life I can grow in love and happiness.
Many times I have asked myself,
why is life so very hard and unfair?
I am still listening and waiting,
will the answer ever show up?
Maybe one day....
walking around
in the storm
no one nearby
I'm on my own
this world can be big
this world can be small
it all depends
why we are here for.
Walking around
the empty streets
I look inside
my blood is peach
you have no right
to ask for me
I don't exist anywhere
as you can see.
Jessica
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
A few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
On the contrary, the glory awaits you
Any failure can hail a more determined individual
So don’t give up
It’s time to Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Get Up because a few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
To pray is a wonderful response
to every challenge comes your way
for God listens to what we speak
when we come sincerely to pray
God wants us to cover all
whatever's our need, just ask
for He owns all the cow's
on every hill, there's no cover mask
Wherever we may be found
at home, in town, or on a walk
God's ears are openly available
so we can utter our concerns to talk
Even in the middle of the night
if we can't sleep being awake
the Lord is all power within
so pray always for His name's sake
The state of our world is grave
calls for us to constantly pray
for it needs God's perfect peace
to stop war and conflict in our day
(This is written for the purpose of looking at the value and accessibility of prayer for everyone as we all need to be praying for our world and the state its in.)
Let's go somewhere really far
Not reachable by train or car
Only via plane or ship
Let's go away, let's take a trip
Just you and I without a phone
We'll leave all those type things at home
In each other's company
What happens there we'll have to see
But I predict some lovely nights
Of romance where we'll reach new heights
Of ecstasy while mindful of
The bottom line, of which is love
To fill whatever loneliness
We each may have with soft caress
And tell each other many things
And listen to each other's dreams
And I will hold you in my arms
And whisper of your many charms
And rock you 'til you fall asleep
And kiss you softly on the cheek
And when you wake I'll be right there
Looking at your face so fair
I'll tell you that I love you, then
I'll tell it to you once again
It's hard to smile in Frisco, with feces on the ground
Equally difficult in Chicago, where crime abounds downtown
But there's always 'sunny Florida,' from which leftists are fleeing
No more socialists, LGBTQ-advocates, or folks on sidewalks peeing
Here is where you are
There is where you want to go
You will be somewhere before you get there
Elsewhere is someplace else
It may be near nowhere,
Nobody lives in nowhere
There is far away
I think I will stay here
Our mighty belle moon
the same here or in japan
silver, red, or blue
Don’t waste time
building a wall around yourself.
There are no safe spaces
just self-imprisonment.
So you got hurt, it was unfair
or maybe it was.
Maybe you prayed for this life
before this life?
First knock the wall down,
there is no self-preservation here.
The only way is to build doors and windows
the bigger the better.
If you need a wall
that nothing can get through
then build your own coffin,
It takes less time.
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